Douluo Continent: I Have No Thieves Under Heaven, the Explosive King Returns

Chapter 71 A World Without Thieves vs. Qin Ming (Part 1)

"Fire Wolf, possessed!"

Qin Ming let out a roar, and flames instantly erupted around him.

Crimson wolf fur covered his entire body like armor, his hands transformed into sharp wolf claws, and a ferocious phantom of a giant fiery wolf appeared behind him.

Six spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, and black—pulled rhythmically around him, radiating a powerful aura of a spirit emperor.

Having just experienced the power of the "No Thieves Under Heaven," he would not be careless in the slightest and went all out.

"Heh." Tianxia Wuzei chuckled contemptuously, his gaze sweeping over Qin Ming's spirit ring configuration. "Can't even achieve the optimal spirit ring ratio? This is the second youngest Spirit Emperor on the entire continent?"

No wonder he made such a sarcastic remark.

After all, the more prestigious academies that participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament almost always have students with the best possible soul ring combinations.

Qin Ming's face darkened; he was all too familiar with this painful spot.

Those arrogant aristocratic sons always love to bring this up.

But at this moment, he suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Defeating you is more than enough!"

Having said that, the Soul Emperor-level pressure surged towards Tianxia Wuzei like a tidal wave.

"Just you? You're not worthy!"

"No Thieves Under Heaven" clenched his right fist tightly, and the Explosive King Martial Soul instantly possessed him.

Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and red—suddenly appeared. The scarlet 100,000-year spirit ring unleashed a terrifying aura, forcefully shattering Qin Ming's oppressive aura!

"A 100,000-year soul ring?! How is that possible?!" Qin Ming's eyes widened, and his expression froze.

He never dreamed that the combination of the Soul Rings in "No Thieves Under Heaven" would be so terrifying!
A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Tianxia Wuzei's lips. Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, as if the earth was wailing.

The next second, a black afterimage tore through the air, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound like thunder and lightning, and disappeared into the sky.

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist!"

His roar was like a thunderclap, the sound waves making the leaves of the surrounding trees tremble.

Qin Ming's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints. Before the shrill sound of the air being torn apart could fully reach his ears, a fist carrying a cold metallic glint was already hurtling towards him like a meteor.

That fist carried a chilling sense of oppression, as if it could shatter everything in the world.

At the critical moment, Qin Ming instinctively crossed his arms in front of him.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the mountains and forests. The terrifying impact was like a surging tide, sending fallen leaves flying into the air and swirling wildly.

"That was a heavy punch!"

Qin Ming was shocked. The force from the pressure on his arms was like a mountain collapsing, making his hands go numb and his arms almost lose all feeling.

"it's not finished yet!"

The voice of "No Thief Under Heaven" was as cold as frost. Before he finished speaking, his fist struck again.

His arm was like a bowstring taut with immense power, which was then released with tremendous force.

"Crack!"

The moment the fist landed on his arms, a crisp cracking sound rang out.

Qin Ming's arms twisted and deformed instantly, and then he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Two furrows, half a foot deep, were dug into the ground by the two feet. Fallen leaves were swept into the air by the blast wave and instantly turned to ash in the high temperature, filling the air with a pungent smell of burning.

The smoke from the battle in the woods had not yet dissipated when the ghostly figure of the thief once again approached.

Before Qin Ming could adjust his posture, another punch slammed into his face like a heavy hammer.

The punch was incredibly precise; the crisp sound of bones shattering, mixed with a suppressed groan, echoed through the forest.

Qin Ming's nose collapsed and his teeth caved in, and a mouthful of blood mixed with tooth fragments gushed out, drawing a scarlet arc in the air.

"Boom!"

His body slammed into the tree trunk like a cannonball, and the ancient tree groaned under the weight, its bark peeling off and wood chips flying everywhere.

Qin Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood, the shock in his eyes almost tangible.

He roared inwardly, "I, a dignified Soul Emperor, was utterly defeated by a Soul Sect Master!"

"Teacher Qin Ming was actually suppressed!"

Not far away, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exclaimed in disbelief.

Having been Qin Ming's students, they naturally knew how powerful he was. Even if all the official members of the Royal Fighting Team joined forces, they might not be able to suppress him to this extent.

However, the scene before them defied their expectations and left them speechless.

The traitors and rebels, however, were already used to it. Their eyes were fixed on the battlefield, their expressions excited and focused.

Because they were trying to find the weaknesses of the "No Thief Under Heaven" team in the fierce battle, so as to reduce the suffering for future sparring partners.

With a single hand, Wu Zetian tore through the dust and looked down at Qin Ming trapped in the tree trunk, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Can't even take three punches? The teachers of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy are nothing special!"

His tone was full of contempt, as if Qin Ming was nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

"How dare you underestimate me!"

Qin Ming is not a coward. How could he, the second youngest Soul Emperor on the entire continent, be humiliated time and time again by a Soul Master?!
He roared and broke free from the tree trunk, his body engulfed in flames, transforming into a burning meteorite that hurtled towards the world without thieves.

Wherever it passed, the vegetation was instantly ignited by the high temperature, turning into scorched earth, and the air was filled with rolling heat waves.

Undeterred, Tianxia Wuzei bravely charged forward.

Bang bang bang!
The two exchanged blows, each collision producing a deafening roar, each punch landing with a visceral impact and sending up shockwaves.

Within a ten-meter radius of them, the fallen leaves were either burned to ashes or cut into hundreds of pieces.

Although Tianxia Wuzei's soul power is not as strong as Qin Ming's, his strength and speed are in no way weaker than the latter, and may even be slightly better.

Moreover, his Wind Domain was activated early on, allowing him to clearly detect Qin Ming's attack trajectory.

Faced with the wolf's claws, he did not dodge unless it was fatal, choosing to exchange injury for injury, using his tough body to withstand the attack.

"Stab!"

"boom!"

The wolf's claws sliced ​​through Burst King's armor, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks.

However, the next second, his fist landed on Qin Ming as expected.

The two exchanged blows, engaging in close combat, their clashes producing a clanging metallic sound, as if steel were colliding with each other.

Wherever the two entangled figures passed, trees collapsed with a crash, raising clouds of dust and fallen leaves.

Qin Ming unleashed his Fiery Wolf Martial Soul at full power, his flaming wolf claws almost tearing the air apart.

However, due to the powerful defensive capabilities of the Bursting King Martial Soul and the Thief of the World, Qin Ming's attacks did not cause any substantial damage to it.

In contrast, Qin Ming's robes were already riddled with holes, with hundreds of gaps.

Below the gap was either a patch of bruises or a wound from which blood was gushing out; he looked utterly disheveled, as if he were the weaker one.

Enraged, Qin Ming slammed his claw into Tianxia Wuzei's chest, instantly...

"clang!"

Unexpectedly, it felt as if he had struck steel; a sharp pain shot through his fist, and he instantly created distance.

"This martial spirit has terrifying defensive power! Even when I used my third spirit skill at full power, I couldn't break through its defense!"

Qin Ming grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He knew he couldn't continue like this, or he would be the one who was worn down and killed.

"We can't delay any longer! Fifth Soul Skill, Hellfire!"

He slammed his claws heavily into the ground, and in an instant, countless crimson ravines cracked open across the entire battlefield.

Flames, like magma, erupted forth, instantly turning an area of ​​tens of meters into a sea of ​​fire.

The towering ancient trees twisted and carbonized in the high temperature, and even the air was scorched and distorted.

The traitors and their ilk were forced to retreat repeatedly, only managing to block the oncoming heatwave by releasing their soul power.

"Trying to trap and kill me with flames? How naive!"

Standing in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, Wu Zetian's armor was bathed in crimson light, but he showed no sign of panic.

Facing the raging flames, he suddenly leaped into the air, raising his right fist high like a giant hammer.

The lion head pattern on his right fist suddenly lit up with a blue light, accompanied by bursts of dragon sounds.

In the next instant, the surrounding winds surged into the lion's head like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a giant vortex with a diameter of more than ten meters.

The sea of ​​fire below was forcibly torn open by the wind pressure, creating a vacuum zone. Even the soul power flames released by Qin Ming were forcibly extracted and turned into crimson flames that swept into the lion's head.

"Storm Rising Dragon Fist!"

(End of this chapter)